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August in Chicago generally means oppressive heat that swells with “pea soup-like” humidity. But something strange has been going on. The last week has been freakishly cold for August. Some may start thumping their recycling bins to say, “I told ya so” but that’s far too simple an explanation. I believe it all started last week when The Amino Acids came to town.
The Amino Acids, like visitors from another planet, command your attention even though fear of the unknown may surge through your body. You can’t turn away & you begin questioning your musical familiarity … Does thrash exist is surf? What would happen if you merged Dick Dale & Tony Iommi? Can you really trust a man (or alien) with a Theremin?
The Amino Acids play the darkest most aggressive breed of surf I’ve ever heard. It’s heavy, fast, melodic, fun, at times comical and some may even say bizarre. Clad in black, behind stark white smiling masks the Amino Acids put on one of the best shows I’ve seen this year. If they aren’t coming to your town any time soon, check out their latest release “Humanity Will Fall Like Pins”. It’s a down-n-dirty thrill ride that will give you a small taste of what an evening w/ The Amino Acids is like. And if they do come to your town, strange things may occur but fear not … do not alert the authorities … just remember “Klaatu Barada Necktie” and all will be well.
hee hee hee hee heeeee … www.theaminoacids.com
Pulled out an oldie but a goodie today. The self-titled Debut LP (1987) from Life Sentence! Chi-town hardcore that at times reminds me of a blend of 7 Seconds & D.R.I. with a touch of Suicidal Tendencies on the guitar solos. And when I say solos, I mean brief blasts of seering fuzzed out guitar riffs … no wankery here! This is my favorite of their few releases. This record sounds like it was recorded at a VFW Hall while a herd of drunken teens were running around losing their minds.
There’s nothing subtle about this album, everything sounds hot & urgent. Even the skank-a-rific slower parts of “Race to Die” gets the adrenaline flowin’. “In the Streets” throws a few quick stop-starts at you & then the drums pummel you as if you were falling down a three story flight of stairs. “Punks for Profit” is another standout track, not just for the lyrical sentiment but the music starts out with a fists in the air stand-up & shout vibe and then whirls into a thrashing frenzy and back to the fists in the air and so on … it a brilliant 53 seconds which you should hear.
There are some other good tracks & then a few that are ok … but “In the Streets” “Punks for Profit” and “Race to Die” are three tracks that no midwest punk +/or hardcore comp should go without. Check ‘em out on MySpace … looks like there’s a reformation of the band hittin’ the clubs.
Brothers & Sisters … although the path may be dark at times … although you may feel an emptiness in your soul … although you may think you’ve been forgotten … Brothers & Sisters, Fear No Longer! There is a light that will clear your vision, warm your being and embrace you with All that Rock-n-Roll should be!
This light … this energizing light … this almost Blinding Furious Ball of Light is known as The Jim Jones Revue !
Prepare to redeem your rock-n-roll soul!

The Jim Jones Revue recently released their debut self-titled album, and it’s just what I needed! It’s 30 sizzling minutes of rock-n-roll that’ll make ya wanna do flips like Jake in Church. This album was recorded really “hot” but natural … if you have some beat up Lil Richard 45’s layin’ around – you’ll find that The Revue’s debut fits in quite nicely with them.
Speaking of Lil’ Richard, there’s a cover of “Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!” on the album and I think Jim Jones was possessed by the spirit of young Lil’ Richard during the recording … Holy Crap it SMOKES!!!
Jim Jones has been a part of some amazing bands (Thee Hypnotics & Black Moses) and The Revue is yet another one. It’s different stylistically but energy-wise it’s much like Thee Hypnotics “Liv’r Than God”.
This is an album full of riffs you’ve probably heard before, with traditional Rock-n-Roll themes, and it’s LOUD … it’s down-n-dirty blues-boogie ass-shakin’ hard-partyin’ rock-n-roll that has one thing in mind … A Damn Good Time! These are well written songs played masterfully by a pack of maniacs! I really hope they make it to America … specifically Chicago.
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So you surrendered … broke down … gave in … yep, you bought an Amy Winehouse cd. Silly silly boy, why did ya do it? I realize it was used and under $10 but c’mon … you know better. Ohhhh, I see … it was all that Grammy hype that piqued your interest. I forgot, your collection is just FULL of recent Grammy winners. You think you should give her a fair shake since you’ve only heard the big hit off the record … that’s sweet of you. Maybe there something magical buried in the “deep cuts” of the disc … yeah – like the silence between tracks. Well, fine! You bought it! Now YOU gotta listen to the damn thing!
The above is a loose transcription of the ass-chewing my conscience gave me for picking up Back to Black by Amy Winehouse. I almost put it back because I kept thinking about what a product she is. She’s got the look & the attitude to sell cd’s, dvd’s & downloads. Get a good producer, organize a backing band of kick-ass studio musicians, and give her as many takes on each song (with the auto-tune pitch control on of course) as she needs and you’re ready to unleash the next hip thing. That’s not a singer – it’s a widget! But then I thought, wait a minute – isn’t that pretty much what Motown did? Hmmm, is she a modern day Diana Ross or a modern day “girl #2 on back-ups”? So I figured if Motown is acceptable, then Ms. Winehouse should get a spin … so c’mon … pop that disc in!
I must give kudos to the engineers & producer … this disc has a warm spacious sound. The band is smooth as hell. The instrumentation of the songs keeps things interesting. Ms. Winehouse does a bang up job on this disc. Touch of raspiness here, a lil’ cockeyness there, some smooth soulful moments and then some downright naughtiness sprinkled around. Overall this is a great Pop Vocal record.
You have to remember that Pop is not Rock, and that creativity is measured differently between those genres. Rock bands get rewarded (in public opinion) for things other than “writing a good tune”. Alternative tunings, odd time changes, new sounds, etc. are things that elevate rock bands’ reputations in people’s minds even though the band might not be able to write a single catchy song. The Pop genre relies on proven material or sounds and leaves it up to the vocalist to make it creative.
Amy Winehouse makes things interesting with her voice & her lyrics. Her voice is intriguing if you can stand it. She hangs out in the higher register with a nasally quacking type voice and when she tries to go low, it’s thin and not as moving as you’d think it should be. But, once your ear adjusts to it you can appreciate her phrasing and inflection. Lyrically, these aren’t traditional love songs or torch songs about a woman pining for her man. They are contemporary assertive & at times rude.
You’re not going to find much in innovation on this record, so if you’re a stickler for bands having to do something you’ve never heard before – don’t bother with this disc. But, if you can appreciate a tight band playing some great sounding soul & jazz with a touch of ska, with a gal who doesn’t sound like every other soul singer on the market – then pick up Back to Black. There’s nothing “New” on this disc, but it’s a party … the songs will be familiar sounding (even if you’ve never heard this disc), it makes ya move your feet (and grind your hips once in a while), and it sounds like fun … again, kudos to the producer for that.
Since I found myself diggin’ this cd, I figured I’d hunt down her earlier release “Frank”. Luckily a friend had it & said I could check it out along with a live recording “I Told You I was Trouble”. My conscience laid off on me because now it was kind of ashamed about the whole “yer a dope for buying into the hype” beratement. Anyhow …
Immediately after popping Frank into the disc player you hear a totally different vibe. The disc sounds more contained than Back to Black. It also doesn’t have that groovy sound. Remember the 90’s? Remember Jamiroquai? Well this disc has that hip-hop/70’s soul/Disco sound to it. Again, not very original – but this time not arranged as well and the recording isn’t as good and the band’s parts border on boring and then we have Ms. Winehouse.
Ah yes, Amy Winehouse … or the cat strangler … it’s really your choice here. Frank is a painful listen due to her voice. She attempts to climb scales & jump octaves and it’s always up-up-up with that thin nasally voice. I could only handle about 45 seconds of her bludgeoning “There is No Greater Love” before I had to eject the cd – run & grab my Dinah Washington version of the song and sooth my ears with a proper rendition of it.
At this point my conscience piped up with an, “AHEM! What did I tell you?” but I forged on! I put Frank back in the player and fought hard to listen to the rest of the songs in their entirety, but I couldn’t do it. Stale hip-hop/70’s soul and that voice … yikes! I made it through about halfway through on each of the remaining tracks.
Did I say that the producer of Back to Black deserves more recognition. Hmmm, according to Wikipedia, Salaam Remi (who produced Frank) & Mark Ronson are credited as producers, since Mr. Ronson is the new player in this equation – my money’s on him. However he got her to stay in a reasonable range and quit all that scale-climbing octave-fluttering is anyone’s guess, but thank goodness he did.
With my conscience doing a victory lap shouting “told ya so told ya so” I grabbed a cold one & popped in the live disc. This would be a test of Amy & the band. I knew it would be produced and not a true representation of a live show, but at least it was out of the studio and she had to sing with the band and it’s as close to seeing her live as I’ll get, so …
This recording has a nice medium room sound to it. The band is kickin’ ass on Back to Black & Frank tracks and Amy sounds great for a good portion of the disc. Unfortunately she mumbles like crazy, she does that high pitched scale crap, and the thinness of her voice is very apparent. When she’s on – she’s On … but there’s several times where she sounds like a bad impersonation of Billie Holiday shifting into a mediocre Ella and then a slightly better Tina Turner. I was happy to hear a Toots & the Maytalls cover though (Monkey Man). My conscience was too … when ya cover a cool tune like that ya gotta be sorta ok.
So – what have we learned … Amy Winehouse is unique in her delivery and tone but she ain’t all that. At least not yet. If she doesn’t end up OD’ing and she takes some direction and her voice matures, she just might end up being the type of singer she thinks she is. The band is awesome! The songs on Back to Black & their stage fashion show their Mod influences (Northern Soul, Ska, Rock Steady, Jazz) and I like the fact the general public is getting clued in on that scene.
Did she deserve all those Grammy Awards? C’mon … it’s the Grammy’s – who freakin’ cares. Outside of saluting musicians that should have been recognized 30 or 40 years ago or even posthumously, the Grammy’s salute the cream of the crap.
Well, I’ll save my Grammy Rant for another time … Amy Winehouse is not as bad as I figured. I wonder if I can find an instrumental version of Back to Black … that’d be fantastic.
It seems like every 3 or 4 years I search out what Nick Cave is doing. No reason for the time lapse, it’s just that I sporadically think, “Hey, I wonder if Nick Cave has anything new out there?”. So about a week back I “googled” Nick Cave and discovered his new project – GRINDERMAN.
Just from the band’s name, ya know that yer in fer somethin’ that ain’t bunnies & butterflies. It opens with a pontificating Cave … a howlin’ buncha hooligans … the sound of urgency … and about halfway through the first song, you realize that you’re in for a long night of drinkin’. This album rocks, creeps, laments and sways through relatable tales of pride, aggravation, desire, love, loss … y’know – all that crap that makes us human.
This is a great sounding, captivating record. The production puts you right there in the middle of a high-ceilinged breezy room along with the band. It sounds organic. The driving distorted bass and searing guitars get your nerves buzzin’, the drums sound big & natural, Cave’s vocals are rich and at times frantic, the piano & organ capture dark (good & bad) emotions & a group of shouting derelicts in the background egg the band on to an album that is one helluvan experience!
There are so many great lines on this album that I don’t want to spoil it for ya. The lyrical tone of “Get it On” is bad-ass like watching Danny Trejo walkin’ into a crappy little adobe bar – not sayin’ a word – and seein’ all the hardass guys kinda sink into their stools. “No Pussy Blues” is middle-age aggravation at its finest. “Decoration Day” is beautiful but hopeless. And “Go tell the Women” conjures up childhood memories of being at a big family function … y’know, seeing those “wake-n-wedding” relatives all dressed up & drinking – laughter, crying, hugs, handshakes – kids running around – Aunts trying to set couples up – Uncles and your Dad crowded round a table solving all the world’s problems … yeah, it’s such a cool song.
I got a feeling this disc is gonna stay in my cd player for a couple weeks and I’ll be subjecting all my friends to it … repeatedly … hee hee hee.